West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Smoke in The Wind


Posted on March 29, 2019 by Arden A. Wick
West
Arden ran his hand through his dark hair. He hated the gray hair that had sprouted from his skull, but a few lady's he had met said it made him look distinguished. Though if there was any part of his appearance he wished he didn't have was the black leather eye patch which concealed the scar that was his left eye. He always felt it pressing against his face like some great weight to always remind him of his mistakes. Right now it felt extra heavy. He kept up a front of cheeriness, but he had felt the hair on his neck standing as he noted all the eyes that were glued to him. As he stood his back to the bar he slowly slid one hand up under his loose shirt. There he grabbed the the grip of the knife he had there for safety. He had commissioned the knife some years ago for a special purpose. It was made to give Arden the slightest chance of fighting against the more capable species that inhabited the world. He had only had to make use of it once before, but Arden had made deadly use of it in that one occurrence. He hadn't came here looking for a fight, but Arden went no where without the silver blade stropped to his lower back. His large Hawaiian shirts did an excellent job of hiding the blade from sight.

Arden's grip tightened for a second as face appeared close to him. Though something about the look on her face made him withdraw his hand from the grip. A scowl and furrowed brow was not kind of dangerous expression he would expect from a Were who was trying to pick a fight with him. The words she spoke were nearly lost to him among the cheering and yelling. He knew that though none were close enough to hear normally the people around them likely heard her more clearly then he had. She had a good point. Did Arden have a death wish? The answer was of course no. If he had wanted to die he would have either done it himself or forced one the many Were's into a fight. Arden didn't immediately respond, but he felt himself grinning slightly. Something about hearing someone tell him he couldn't be somewhere reminded him of his time in the military. "My apologies miss. I must have missed the signs. I simply came looking for items that hard difficult to obtain." He said the words quietly but he felt certain she could hear him. He suspected when he had looked around that nearly every face was that of a Were if not all of them. It was a far more grave mistake then he had assumed he had made at first.

" I suppose I should be leaving." He turned and placed twenty dollars on the bar before turning his attention back to the lady who had approached him. "Do you think you might show me the right way out miss?" He smiled at the her in his kindest smile he could do. He might not know who this girl is, but if she was concerned enough to warn him then maybe she'd be able to help him get away safely. He motioned with his hand for her to lead the way. He would follow her, but something still felt off to Arden. Arden had noticed when this lady had spoke to him some of the Were's lost interest if looking toward him, but some still locked onto him. "Oh how rude of me. My name is Arden by the way."

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